Before The Lowland, I’d never read a word of Lahiri’s. I have a careful process by which I choose books for Bookish, and this was the first that I chose by reputation alone, rather than by my own assessment of the first few dozen pages. Having completed reading it, I’m eager for our October conversation about the novel, and equally eager to catch up on all of Lahiri that I’ve missed.
The Lowland has already been reviewed once on this site, and I find that review’s description of the work itself and Lahiri as a writer to be perfectly fitting:
Her sentences are lovely, streamlined things, sleek vessels that each deliver their passengers to the next until you arrive at the end of chapters breathless, never having taken the restful moment afforded by a sentence that asks you to immediately reread its beauty. The smooth contours of her prose undulate with a slow, sweeping rhythm, drawing us through years in the lives of her characters as easily as they usher us through brief moments in those lives. I rarely read a novelist whose leaps in time do not feel impatient, or convenient, or abrupt. Lahiri jumps decades because the contour of the convective air above those years breathes under the wings of her story, lifting it and setting it down where we need to look closer.
Read the rest of the review (and more about Lahiri) here, and if you’re interested in joining Bookish for our discussion, email me at GPLbookclub [at] gmail.com.